Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
When I was a child, my cousin and I
Joined my aunt to see concerts designed
To expose kids to music and all of its joys,
But only the classical kind.
At a nearby café, where we stopped for a treat,
Hot chocolate was made and prepared,
From a chocolate bar heated up in a pan
With some milk, which we happily shared.
It’s remained in my memory bank all these years
And on some rare occasions, I crave
Such a cup, though I know it won’t equal
That one that my mind chose to save.
Still today I decided to give it a shot
And I stopped at a place where it’s sold,
But my order was met with a shrug and, of course,
Here’s the message that I was then told:
“We’re out of hot chocolate. There’s none to be had.”
I guess fate stepped in to prevent
Me from drinking a cup that could never compare,
In my mind, to the slightest extent.
It snowed today. I made our hot chocolate just like I always do whenever it snows—rich with chocolate and topped with swirls of whipped cream. I made a cup for you and a cup for me.
I carried them to the bow window, where we always sat, watching the world soften under winter’s hush. The snowflakes danced, drifting and twirling in the wind, just as they always did. Just as we always did—together.
I wrapped my hands around the warmth of my cup, breathing in the familiar scent. Yours sat beside me, untouched, the whipped cream melting into the dark swirl beneath it.
A cup for you and a cup for me.
But you are not there.
And yet, in the hush of falling snow, in the warmth of the cup beside me, in the quiet ache that
fills the space you left behind—somehow, you are.
There is magic in ...
Sugar and snowflakes,
When wonder does begin
As December awakes
Where this magic comes from
Do we really need to know ...
From first bite to last crumb
O, how we enjoy it, though
These simple, pleasurable things
Dance and mix and melt ...
Upon imaginary wings ...
And with our feelings felt
Comes to us like a dream
These things need not grow up,
Unlike the rising steam ...
From a hot cocoa cup
Wonderful and sweet
A warmer winter makes,
When candy and spice meet
And an oven slowly bakes
There is magic in the air
In crystals can be found,
Within many sugared fare
Or snowflakes on the ground.
Sitting,
Alone and uninspired
Ruminating on my throne
Of the tired
Freezing,
My heater, broken and retired
In a building whose condemnation
Remains desired
Searching,
For some deeper, elaborated meaning
To a poem procrastinated
A cause for my demeaning
Sulking,
I lack muse and direction
I can only imagine the forthcoming drear
Of this poem’s lection
Drinking,
My hot chocolate keeps me company
As I mull over this poetry
And choose a word that rhymes only subtley
Hot chocolate hot chocolate I like it sweet, at Yule time I'll drink it then take a back seat
beside the old tree where Santa I'll meet they'll be cookies galore for St Nick to eat
as he shimmies and jiggles on two booted feet and a face flushed like rubious beet
I'll be eager to meet him but I will not cheat as I wait for the daylight now isn't that neat !
hot chocolate hot chocolate with marshmallows too I'll watch the chimney as I quietly chew
I have coated the bricks with butter and goo so his belly will slide,
(wink) he'll know what to do !
Down in the manger the angels acrue waiting for Jesus to
make His debut
While the Three Kings are offering their three gifts on cue, dear Santa
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
Hot chocolate hot chocolate I like it sweet,
but when it comes to Jesus, I won't take a back seat.
?
She was lost in an ice storm
But sheltered in a lovely plaid, form.
That new, thick, wool coat,
Warmed her like a castle moat.
Her Mother finally came!
She stared, melting out the car’s window
Frosted pane.
Soon to have,hot chocolate, in her favorite
steaming cup.
A desirable treat, that would warm
any girl’s heart up!
12/8/2022
A cup of hot chocolate was all he wanted
Dropped cocoa; it flew in the air, he stood daunted
For L. Milton contest couplet
Written: 12/03/2021
Cold wet winter winds
plenty of snow to play in
snowmen to build ~ sleds.
Hot chocolate to drink up,
soft furry blanket ~ cuddle.
Date Written: 12/2/2021
4 Place
Winter Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Some hot chocolate
A cup of that would be nice
for this winter night.
Icee winter time
plastic strange bottle holds
a steaming hot brew
~
meandering thoughts
of hot chocolate blowing
near the marshmallows
~
man is frigid now
need something on the inside
to warm my body
~
meandering thoughts
of hot chocolate blowing
near the marshmallow
2/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
October, when the leaves intensify -
colored explosions: orange, yellow, red,
breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
There's one last month of days with lightened sky
before our Daylight Saving goes to bed;
October, when the leaves intensify.
A campsite will my kinfolk occupy,
by hot bonfire we'll sing and break the bread,
breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
So many sports events to satisfy
this fan: World Series appetites are fed,
October, when the leaves intensify.
The crisp night air, hot chocolate, pumpkin pie,
warm sweaters, gloves, and scarves become widespread,
Breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
Sweet treats for trick-or-treaters who stop by,
the pirates, princesses, and walking dead.
October, when the leaves intensify;
Breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
Written 12 July 2020
Yay! Puddles!
Splish! Splash! Splish!
Wonderful Puddles!
You fill this rainy day with fun!
Thanks for always being there,
Right at the end of the driveway!
Although Mom might not like you,
I always will!
Because once my spashing is done,
I get hot chocolate!
Wonderful Hot Chocolate!
~Hot Chocolate Snuggles~
Chilly wintertime
Hot chocolate in plaid mugs
Warm love, pine snuggles!
English Haiku
December 1, 2019
Tasty hot chocolate
Marshmallows and sweets
Lots of crud at the bottom.
Dig it out; that’s where the sweetness is, fool!
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